We’re in a weird time, the science of progress doesn’t seem to be wanted these days. An indifferent Australian tycoon seems to have a monopoly on what and what not to believe. Nature is under Anger Management and so far, it doesn’t seen to be working, the pandemic rages on and people refuse the cure….We’re in a weird time.
Something happened the other day that made me think of this pandemic as an Agatha Christie Villain, quiet and manipulative and cunning. I aimed to go out to the mall via The London Underground and I just couldn’t do it, am I a hermit? Not necessarily, the city is vast and Londoners stick to their stomping ground anyway. Pride stopped me running the gauntlet, there’s something a bit off about risking your health for a new dress, governments may say after our freedom days we’ll be grand, I’m erring with caution and I suspect many more are too.
It’s hard to a writer to judge how the water is, on one side is the Calm of Muse giving writers hundreds of ways to turn times like these into books, poetry, art, song. On the other the rapids of the angry and misinformed.
If you take things at face value you may see the final End of The Age of Reason. God only knows what Georgians would think,I don’t really wanna know what the future will think of us but Sunday Buffet springs to mind
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I’m a little nervous of the responsibility ahead, fellow writers – we record these crazy times in our fiction, our essays, our sonnets. Either to make accounts of how reason was escorted out of the world or, like always – To find a a hopeful fiction from a hopeless place – a Place or UsV them, up V down, left V far right, Star Trek V Star Wars! We can navigate ourselves through it or guide people via our stories, find reason or escapism, whatever makes the day easier for them. Muse has always had the key, let’s open a door for our audience and keep it open. Keep scribbling!!
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